Ariana’s eyes widened in horror as she watched the mean receptionist accuse her with a smile more innocent than her teenage self. Her fist clenched in annoyance and her nose flared from the accusation but, she reminded herself that the brunette was probably doing this to get a reaction from her and come up with another rumor.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The brunette taunted further, her smile deepening.
“Your sandwich is ready, Miss!” The woman behind the counter yelled, calling Ariana’s attention.
“On my way,” Ariana answered with a brief smile and stood. She adjusted her skirt, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself for the next thing she was about to say.
“I didn’t know receptionists got enough free time to engage in gossip. I thought you had to stand and smile at every human
